..” Fazia whispered so quietly that it sounded like a hiss to Sally. ======================================================Chapter 2. Foreplay In Du...ai.Fazia sat in her hotel room and contemplated the smooth sea that lay so far below the broad hotel window. Several local fishing dhows were setting sail, they looked like red smudges on the azure water with their sails billowing over weather beaten hulls.With a sigh she glanced over her shoulder at the mute television that was displaying its. After having a drink, I went to the beach. There I met a local man, a huge black one, who asked me where my wife was. I stared at him, asking if we had met before.He smiled and said he had met my wife some months ago; when Ana had come here on a quick vacation trip with Helena.I was thinking that black guy had fucked my sensual wife more than one time during those days here. Then Anita showed up…She was wearing a very tiny sexy green bikini. I loved the way her soft curves filled out that. Linda woke in a sweat and realized that she had been masturbating. Her fingers were damp with her wet desire. She explored and sniffed then licked her sticky fingers. It seemed so real but was it a dream or was the Devil tempting her weak flesh again? Then the phone rang – it was only 9 am on Saturday morning. Maybe it was Mary calling about last night. ‘Hi Linda it is Dora Thurston. I hope I did not wake you up girl. I have a client for you to escort tonight, not Sunday. I will send a car over. She lets a small gasp out as she feels herself throbbing for what is to come. Abbie knows it is punishment to remind her how to behave. For her, on one side is the embarrassment and burning ass ahead. On the other side, there is always a feeling mixed with getting aroused with each sting to her cheeks. It is a complicated but treasured moment.Tim rubs her cheeks some as he asks, “Abigail, why are you being spanked tonight?” Abbie tears now filling her eyes already, in anticipation of her.